1984·动物庄园:英文版
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作者奥威尔
出版社中央编译出版社
ISBN9787511706225
出版时间2011-07
装帧平装
开本32开
定价29元
货号7564810
上书时间2024-09-09
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导语摘要
G.奥威尔的最后一部小说《1984》是一部政治寓言，与英国另一位作家胥黎的《美丽新世界》、苏联作家米亚京的《我们》并称“反乌托邦三部曲。”作者虚构了一个受极权主义统治的大洋国，全体民众处于国家的完全监视之下，屈从和无意识成了一种全体国民的心态，而自由和思想则早已绝迹；这个政权的真理部甚至篡改历史……前北京大学教授燕卜荪先生曾说，此书“像烙铁一样在想象力上留下永久的疤痕”，米兰·昆德拉则比之卡夫卡的《审判》。
《1984动物庄园》是一部更有趣的反乌托邦政治寓言，农场中的动物进行一场革命，将压榨他们的人类驱逐出去，建立了一个平等的社会，让还算有些头脑的猪做领袖……
目录
INTRODUCTION
NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
PART TWO
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
PART THREE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
APPENDIX:THE PRINCIPLES OF NEWSPEAK
ANIMAL FARM
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER VIIII
CHAPTER X
内容摘要
FROM SOMEWHERE at the bottom of a passage thesmell of roasting coffee-real coffee， not Victory Coffee-came floating out into the street. Winstonpaused involuntarily. For perhaps two seconds he was back in the half-forgotten world of his childhood. Then a doorbanged， seeming to cut off the smell as abruptly as though it had been a sound.
He had walked several kilometres over pavements， and his varicose ulcer was throbbing. This was the second time in three weeks that he had missed an evening at the Community Centre， a rash act， since you could be certain that the number of your attendances at the Centre wascarefully checked. In prinaple a Party member had no spare time， and was never alone except in bed. It was assumedthat when he was not working， eahng， or sleeping he would be taking part in some kind of communal recreation; to doanything that suggested a taste for solitude， even to go for a walk by yourself， was always slightly dangerous. There was a word for it in Newspeak： OWNLIFE， it was called，meaning individualism and eccentriaty. But this evening as he came out of the Ministry the balminess of the April air had tempted him. The sky was a warmer blue than he had seen it that year， and suddenly the long， noisy evening at the Centre， the boring， exhausting games， the lectures， the creaking camaraderie oiled by gin， had seemed in to lerable，On impulse he had turned away from the bus stop and wandered off into the labyrinth of London， first south.
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IT WAS a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were strikingthirteen. Witon Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in aneffort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glassdoo of Victory Maio, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirlof gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt ofboiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a colouredposter, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall.It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: theface of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache andruggedly handsome features. Witon made for the stai. It was no usetrying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working,and at present the electric current was cut off during daylighthou. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for HateWeek…
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